Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
My restlessness

I sat up straight on the bed, my blood was whirring and my face was wet with sweat. My heart was pounding very hard, as if it was about to burst out from my chest. The clock shows it at 03:12 in the morning, but that can't be true. I think I just fell asleep for a few minutes.

I keep staring at the clock on my phone. Graze. Trying to focus your gaze and trying to make things feel more reasonable. But still can't. I freaked.

"Darling? You all right?"

The dream was back flooding me, and suddenly the nursery felt narrower, the air felt thinner. My chest felt tight, and I tried to take a deep breath. I'm like someone with asthma.

"Darling, are you okay?" Reza asked again, then he hugged me. I can see the look of worry on his face. "Quiet," he said. "Silent. You're just a nightmare, okay? Relax."

But I still look scared.

"What happened yesterday? Are you dreaming that again?"

I nodded, then shook my head in obscurity. "I.." No more words came out. I pressed my head strongly in annoyance - annoyed at the nightmare that managed to bother me. My tears are starting to fall.

Reza let go of the hug, then he stood up and got me some water. I drank it, and felt better after sipping almost half a glass of water from his hand.

I just realized, my shirt - the patient's shirt - was soaking wet and made me feel uncomfortable. "I want to change clothes, Mom."

"Let me help you."

I'm nodding. Reza picked up a change of clothes from the suitcase and helped me change clothes. I can actually do that myself, but I like the attention - no matter how small it is. A moment later, Reza sat down next to me again after putting the patient's shirt into the bathroom. "You talking about it?"

Reza's eyebrows are linked. He looked at me with a question mark. "What's? Just tell. Hmm?"

"There's no point in talking about that dream, Mom. Just a stupid dream. It doesn't mean anything and doesn't change anything. Forget it."

Reza shrugged her shoulders, and clasped her hands onto my body. Now I'm leaning against his chest. "Sometimes it'll feel more relieving if we talk about it."

"But my dream doesn't make sense." Then I told him a piece of the dream I still remember. "In that dream I was also stabbed. Belly, Mas. I can't fight. I'm...."

Again my words were interrupted. Just a few words but it makes me breathless. I took a deep breath, but it made my chest feel even more tight.

"Silence...." Reza stroked my stomach. "That's not gonna happen. That guy didn't do it yesterday. Not in the future, because I will be with you, every second, every minute, twenty-four hours. If necessary, we use the services of a bodyguard forever. Okay well? For your own good, for the sake of our children."

I smiled half-heartedly. "Yes, I hope so."

"Darling, listen to me, try not to make all this a burden. Enough to go all in. Enjoy the moment, and here. There's me. We can get through this together, okay?"

I nodded, Reza looked relieved. We sat in silence for a moment. "I don't want to sleep anymore" I finally muttered. "I don't want any more nightmares."

"It's okay. If that's what I can help." He smiled, then kissed my lips gently. "We can do anything to wait for the morning. Whatever you want. There I am with you. Hmm?"